Twenty-Two Tweens and a Telephone

I just got back from chaperoning a trip to a basketball tournament. Four adults, twenty-two tweens. Emotions, hormones, and sweat glands were running high. Deodorant was running low. For many of these kids, it was the longest they’d been without their parents, their first foray into independence. Add to all of that nerves and the…

Notes From a Train

Not long ago I was on a train to London with my son. As soon as he sat down, he reached for his phone. For a few minutes I let him snap his chat and insta his gram. After all, there are streaks to be kept up, Mom. You just don’t get it! He’s probably…

Parents are Losing The Screen Wars. I’m One of Them.

Admitting you’re failing as a parent is never easy. Admitting it on social media means you’re opening yourself up to unsolicited advice–some well-meaning, some not–judgement, and commentary. Despite that, I’m going to offer myself up as a sacrificial lamb. I’m going to lay myself bare on the altar of parental judgement because I know I’m…

Anatomy of a Wasted Day

6:45 a.m. Wake and slog through morning routine. Resist urge to read news while children are eating breakfast. Promise self a half-hour to do so upon return home when inevitable angst and rage will not affect children. Keep promise! Pat one’s self on the back. 9:10 a.m. Relish idea of well-earned, self-imposed half-hour of news and social media….